Patience P.O.V (Logan's outfit above)
"With some help from scientists, we were able to create a fabric that resembles silk but the outer coating leather. This fabric is less flammable and less toxic to the environment compl-" I lost the sound of the man's voice to the sound of my heart beating in my ears.
I took slow breaths in and out to muffle the sound of my own ragged breaths. I could feel the beads of invisible sweat trail down the nape of my neck soaking the collar of my dress shirt in a puddle. The sweat plastered my body like art between my breasts, under my neck, and even my hair, making it stick to my forehead and causing some portions to puff up.
I quickly removed my jacket hoping this would slow the trickle of sweat. I took a deep breath and took a sip of water in an attempt to narrow my focus. But it seemed useless because I quickly became irritated at the mere sound of his voice. All that could get my attention was the very visible bags under my eyes that felt like weights pulling my eyelids downwards making it harder to stay awake. Not to mentions my head felt so clouded and stuffy that it was difficult to think muck less to concentrate on anything at that moment. I found myself envisioning being back on the couch with Logan's arms surrounding me and his warmth enveloping mine
"Ms. Miller, what do you think about this product." The man motioned towards me, snapping me back to reality at the sound of my name. My eyes zipped around the table at all the eyes watching me. Panic rushed in like a wave, pushing my thoughts out the window and leaving my mind blank. In a rush, I opened my mouth to answer, but all that I could muster were words that were barely coherent. "I think... it's... um?? I..." My eyes shot around the room, feeling the worried gaze of everybody in that room, and for a moment, I wanted to be swallowed whole by the ground beneath my feet.
When I still couldn't manage to speak words into the conversation, Penelope came to the rescue, jolting to her feet. " What Ms. Miller means is that she loves the new ideas, and she will take all of them into consideration, so thank you and that's all the time we have for the day so you're all dismissed." Penelope said smiling sweetly towards the crowd with a hand gestured towards the door.
Each team member hesitated but packed their bags and began to trail each other out the door. Once the last person left out of the door, Penelope shut the door, making me release a breath I didn't know I was holding."Thank you, Penelope, I don't know what happened. I guess all the meetings back to back burned me out." I massaged my temple lightly. I don't know what was going on with me today, but I had to pull it together. The plans had to be perfect for this upcoming month, or I could miss out on a career - changing opportunity for the future of this Company.
"Anyways What meeting is scheduled next I want to get coffee before we continue on" I jolted to my feet to gather the pitches left behind for me to view over. I waited for a minute for a reply back but once I didn't get one, I asked again" Penelope I asked a question?" Once again I didn't get a reply back for a few seconds until she answered but with a different reply."Ms. Miller look at me." At her words I glanced up from my desk to Penelope who had moved from her previous position and was now standing across from me. Her arms are crossed with a look that graced her face I couldn't read. "Penelope what's wrong" I said slowly, watching as her eyes stared deep into my eyes and around my face.
She said nothing for a minute before she lifted her hand, bringing it to my face. On instinct, I flinched back, not knowing where this was going. "Can I please?" she asked, her baby blue eyes held worry and concern, making me hesitate before allowing her to press a hand on my forehead.
Her hand barely touched my forehead before she pulled back like I had burned her to the touch "Oh my god you're burning up. That's why you weren't acting like yourself. You're sick" Penelope squeaked out completely mortified. That's when it finally hit me why I was feeling completely out of it and totally drained. Was I so busy preparing for this trip that I didn't realize that I was coming down with something?
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